The picture on the right shows a portrait of a very famous Hymn-writer called Isaac Watts. He lived about 300 years ago and wrote many famous hymns that we still sing in our Churches.When Isaac was a very little boy he met with a dreadful accident which left his little back crooked for the rest of his life. In spite of this, however, he was a bright, cheery little boy whom everybody loved, especially when he used to make up his funny little rhymes about things that he saw happening from day to day. One day in school, he was caught laughing at prayers. He was laughing because he had seen, just behind the schoolmaster, a big rat climbing down the bell-rope. The master called him up, and he was just about to get the strap, when the master decided to ask him what had made him laugh. Little Isaac at once replied: –
"There was a rat, for want of stairs,
Came down a rope to go to prayers!"
"Dear father, do some pity take,
And I will no more verses make!"
"When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord that I should boast
Save in the cross of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of Nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!